THE TURN OF THE SCREW

Benjamin Britten, 1954

Daniel Harding

Ian Bostridge, Joan Rodgers, Vivian Tierney,

Jane Henschel, Julian Leang, Caroline Wise

Mahler Chamber Orchestra

Erato, 2002

FREDDIE MERCURY - “Don’t Stop Me Now”

Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it’s turning inside out Yeah!
I’m floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
‘Cause I’m having a good time having a good time

I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me

I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call

Don’t stop me now ('cause I’m having a good time)
Don’t stop me now (yes I’m having a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all… yeah!

I’m a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I’m out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode

I’m burning through the sky Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Hey hey hey!

Ooh I’m burning through the sky yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

Don’t stop me now
I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball
Don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call

THE RAPE OF LUCRETIA

Benjamin Britten, 1946

Oliver Knussen

Angelika Kirchschlager, Ian Bostridge, Susan Gritton,  Christopher Purves,

Peter Coleman-Wright, Hilary Summers, Benjamin Russell, Claire Booth

Aldeburgh Festival Ensemble

Virgin Classics, 2013

George Bernard Shaw

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.
.

THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE OTHER MARY

John Adams, 2012

Gustavo Dudamel

Kelley O'Connor, Tamara Mumford, Russell Thomas, Daniel Bubeck

Los Angeles Philharmonic, Los Angeles Master Chorale

Deutsche Grammophon, 2013

TITO MANLIO

Antoni Vivaldi, 1719

Federico Maria Sardelli

Sergio Foresti,  Nicki Kennedy,  Rosa Dominguez,  Lucia Sciannimanico

Modo Antiquo

CPO, 2006

MOTEZUMA

Antonio Vivaldi, 1733

Alan Curtis

Vito Priante, Marijana Mijanovic, Roberta Invernizzi,

Maite Beaumont, Romina Basso, Inga Kalna

Il Complesso Barocco

ATENAIDE

Antoni Vivaldi, 1728

Federico Maria Sardelli

Sandrine Piau, Vivica Genaux, Guillemette Laurens, Nathalie Stutzmann

Modo Antiquo

Naïve, 2007

DOROTHY PARKER

Razors pain you, Rivers are damp, Acids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful, Nooses give, Gas smells awful. You might as well live.

GEORGE BERNARD SHAW from Man and Superman

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

SAMUEL BECKETT from Krapp’s Last Tape

Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.

RAY BRADBURY

The first thing you learn in life is that you’re a fool. The last thing you learn is that you’re the same fool. Sometimes I think I understand everything. Then I regain consciousness.

ELIJAH

Felix Mendelssohn, 1846

Paul Daniel

Bryn Terfel, Renée Fleming, Patricia Bardon, John Mark Einsley

Edinburgh Festival Chorus, Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment

Decca, 1997

PSYCHÉ 

Jean-Baptiste Lully, 1678

Paul O'Dette and Stephen Stubbs

Carolyn Sampson, Karina Gauvin, Amanda Forsythe, Olivier Laquerre, Colin Balzer

Boston Early Music Festival Orchestra and Chorus

CPO, 2008

FARAMONDO

George Friderik Händel, 1741

Laurence Cummings

Anna Devin, Iryna Dziashko, Emily Fons, Anna Starushkevych, Maarten Engeltjes

FestspielOrchester Göttingen

Accent Records, 2014

HỒ XUÂN HƯƠNG TRADITION - “An Unplanned Pregnancy”

My giving in yielded this mess.
Don’t you realize my anguish?
Although destiny never raised its head,
There’s a stroke across the willow tree.*
It’s a century-long bond, remember?
This loveload I’ll be lugging.
Whatever the world’s opinions,
To have child, without husband,
Is a very nice feat.

Never. Gonna. Happen. You. Asshole.

" ... lies and more lies ... gaslight ... gaslight ... fake news media ... your lying eyes and lying ears ... I am Trump ... "

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Mike Flannigan

USA, 2018

ÉVOLUTION

Lucile Hadzihalilovic

France, 2015

ANIMA SACRA
Jakub Józef Orliński

Maxim Emelyanychev

Il Pomo d’Oro Orchestra

Erato, 2018

WHEN THE BIRD SEES THE SOLID GROUND [EP]

The Tallest Man on Earth

Dead Oceans, 2018

PARTENOPE

George Frideric Händel, 1730

Riccardo Minasi

Emöke Barath, Philippe Jaroussky, Karina Gauvin, Luca Tittoto

Il Pomo d'Oro

Erato, 2015

HENRY DAVID THOREAU

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

  

DakhaBrakha from Free Ukraine

NPR Tiny Desk Concert - Apr 25, 2015

• "Sho Z-Pod Duba" 0:00
• "Torokh" 3:43
• "Divka-Marusechka" 8:07

NINA GARENETSKA

Vokals, cello, bass drum

MARKO HALANEVYCH

Vokals, darbuka, tabla, didjeridoo, accordion, trombone

IRYNA KOVALENKO

Vokals, djembe, bass drums, accordion, percussion, bugay, zgaleyka, piano

OLENA TSYBULSKA

Vokals, bass drums, percussion, garmoshka

SAMUEL BECKETT from Footfalls

Some nights she would halt, as one frozen by some shudder of the mind, and stand stark still till she could move again. But many also were the nights when she paced without pause, up and down, up and down, before vanishing the way she came.

Burned-out wildfire in clownface.

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Make-up design by Roger Stone.

C. D. WRIGHT from “Scratch Music”

How many threads have I broken with my teeth.  How many times have I looked at the stars and felt ill.  Time here is divided into before and since your shuttering in 1978.  I remember hanging onto the hood of the big-fendered Olds with a mess of money in my purse.  Call that romance. Some memory precedes you: when I wanted lederhosen because I’d read Heidi. And how I wanted my folks to build a fallout shelter so I could arrange the cans. And coveting mother’s muskrat.  I remember college. And being in Vista; I asked the librarian in Banks, the state’s tomato capital, if she had any black literature and she said they used to have Lil Black Sambo but the white children tore out pages and wrote ugly words inside. Someone said if I didn’t like Banks I should go to Moscow. I said, Come on, let’s go outside and shoot the hoop. I’ve got a jones to beat your butt.

I haven’t changed.

Now if I think of the earth’s origins, I get vertigo. When I think of its death, I fall, I’ve picked up a few things, I know if you want songbirds, plant berry trees. If you don’t want birds, buy a rubber snake. I remember that town with the Alcoa plant I toured. The manager kept referring to the workers as Alcoans, I thought of hundreds of flexible metal beings bent over assemblages. They sparked. What would I do in Moscow? I have these dreams—relatives loom over my bed. We should put her to sleep Lonnie says, Go home old girl, go home, my aunt says. Why should I go home before her I want to say. But I am bereft. So how is Life in The Other World. Do you get the news. Are you allowed a pet. But I wanted to show you how I’ve grown, what I know: I keep my bees far from the stable, they can’t stand how horses smell. And I know sooner or later an old house will need a new roof. And more than six years have whistled by since you blew your heart out like the porch light. Reason and meaning don’t step into another lit spot like a well-meaning stranger with a hat. And mother’s mother who has lived in the same house ten times six years, told me. We didn’t know we had termites until they swarmed. Then we had to pull up the whole floor. ”Too late, no more…” you know the poem. But you, you bastard. You picked up a gun in winter as if it were a hat and you were leaving a restaurant; full, weary, and thankful to be spending the evening with no one.

William S. Burroughs from The Adding Machine: Selected Essays

As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

Maurice Sendak

I was sickly as a child and gravitated to books and drawing. During my early teen years, I spent hundreds of hours at my window, sketching neighborhood children at play. I sketched and listened, and those notebooks became the fertile field of my work later on. There is not a book I have written or a picture I have drawn that does not, in some way, owe them its existence. 

FAIRY TALE, FANTASY, FANTASTIC SCHERZO

Josef Suk (1874-1935)

JoAnn Falletta

Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra

Naxos, 2011

Albert Camus from “The Myth of Sisyphus”

I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my revolt, my freedom, and my passion.

Katsuki Sekida from Zen Training - Methods and Philosophy

When all other ways of dissolving internal pressure are blocked, and the only way of discharging it is upon others, anger appears. When internal pressure finds no outlet and is driven inward, we feel sorrow and distress. Crying, barking (“You fool!”), and laughing are all modes of discharge of internal pressure through the drain called the respiratory organs. In laughing, as in expressing anger or sorrow, physical action plays a very important part.

If, when you are angry, someone by chance makes you laugh, you will forget your anger for a while; and when the old anger comes back you will find it much moderated. Part of the internal pressure has been physically discharged. When someone is crying, we feel touched with compassion, but from a physical point of view crying is the ego breaking wind and dissipating itself. However, when the ego does not consent to submit, and stubbornly maintains its position, then anger appears.  

FANDANGO, SINFONIE, and LA MUSICA NOTTURNA DI MADRID

Luigi Boccherini (1743-1805)

Jordi Savall

Le Concert des Nations

Pier Paolo Pasolini - “Poem No. 1 for Ninetto Davoli”

Your place was at my side,
and you were proud of this.
But, sitting with your arm on the steering wheel
you said, “I can’t go on. I must stay here, alone.”
If you remain in this provincial village you’ll fall into a trap.
We all do. I don’t know how or when but you will.
The years that comprise a life vanish in an instant.
You are quiet, pensive. I know it is love
that is tearing us apart.
I have given you
all the power of my existence,
yet you are humble and proud, obeying a destiny
that wants you to remain impoverished. You don’t know
what to do, whether to give in or not.
I can’t pretend your resistance
doesn’t cause me pain.
I can see the future. There is blood on the sand.

Rainer Maria Rilke - “The Neighbor”

Strange violin, are you following me?
In how many distant cities already
has your lonely night spoken to mine?
Do hundreds play you? Or does one?
Are there in all great cities
such as without you would
already have lost themselves in the rivers?
And why does it always happen to me?
Why am I always neighbor to those
who fearfully force you to sing
and to say: Life is heavier
than the heaviness of all things?

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M.D. Herter Norton translation

Anjelica Huston cutting Harry Dean Stanton’s hair in Jack Nicholson’s backyard, late 1970s.

Gabriel García Márquez from One Hundred Years of Solitude

Carmelita Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves over Pilar Ternera’s bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano Jose had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards. 

Lucia Pergiovanni
Colpevoli presenze

Simone de Beauvoir from The Coming of Age

It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life’s parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time. 

Lucia Periovanni
La presenza di un assenza

Sun Buer

Cut brambles long enough,
Sprout after sprout,
And the lotus will bloom
Of its own accord:
Already waiting in the clearing,
The single image of light.
The day you see this,
That day you will become it.

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Fags against racism.
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Photographer unknown.

Well, he has performed more abortions than all the 

"abortion doctors" combined. Shall I list the verses of 

the murder of children throughout your good book?

THEY REMAIN

Philip Gelatt - USA - 2018